Her gaze continued across the room and stopped at the shelves that contained dildos and a few things she couldn’t even guess their use. Suddenly, she was far outside her comfort zone.
“Do you like my pleasure room?” It sounded as if he was holding his breath, waiting to see if she’d turn and try to run.
“I’m not sure.” She didn’t know if he wanted to bring her in here to have sex or just to show her what would happen if she didn’t obey.
He turned her around and clasped her shoulders. “I’m hoping I can show you a new world of pleasure, but first you’ll need to learn to do what you’re told. It’s for your own good.”
She was about to say she was twenty-eight and didn’t need anyone to tell her how to act, but the need in his voice stopped her. His gaze oozed sex appeal and for some reason she wanted to obey him, if only to experience the wild side once in her life.
“How do you intend to tame me?” The defiant part of her body couldn’t be quelled.
Trax Field would never use violence against a woman. He was a passionate man, but he was also one who needed control like he needed oxygen to live.
“I’d like to show you, but you’ll have to follow some simple rules. Can you do that?”
“Rules? As in I can only wear black and must eat peas twice a day?” Why do you always sass him?
Because I want to break through that steely exterior and unleash his inner beast.
He didn’t answer, but she swore half of his lip twitched upward. It might be as close to a smile as she was going to get.
“Yes, like that, only you will be naked and eating my cock.”
Waves of contractions sped through her pussy and dampened her panties. She’d never been with a dominant man, but with Trax she was willing to give it a try. While she loved Dante’s carefree ways, Trax excited a different part of her.
She squelched another sassy retort and studied his eyes. With only red light bathing the room, it was too hard to read his expression. He lifted her sweater over her head, folded it neatly, and placed it on a side cabinet she hadn’t spotted when she’d first entered.
“Rule number one is don’t do anything until I tell you to.”
“So what you’re saying is that if I feel the urge to—”
He cut off her question with another powerful kiss making her forget what she was about to say. His hands roamed over her back, but only for a moment. He moved back as if he hadn’t meant to kiss her.
“Rule number two. Don’t say anything other than yes, Master and no, Master, and only when I ask you a question. Is that clear?”
“No.”
His shoulder jerked forward. “Explain.”
“What if I don’t like what you’re doing to me? Can I stop you?”
His body relaxed and he dragged a knuckle down her cheek. “Have you ever had a man make you helpless and vulnerable?”
“No.” No one other than Dante.
“No, what?”
Oh, shit. She’d messed this up already. “No, Master.”
This time the white of teeth appeared, and what perfect teeth they were.
“Good. If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say the safe word.”
“Like stop?”
Now a chuckle almost rumbled out. “We can be more creative than that.”
“How about Colter?”
His demeanor turned dark. “That would stop me. Now let’s begin your training.”
Training? Dante already implied their kind of training wouldn’t have anything to do with capturing the bad guys.
“Take off your clothes.”
Her heart hitched for a moment. It was the man who usually wanted to disrobe her, but questioning him might not be wise. She was curious about what would happen if she didn’t follow his instructions.
As if her fingers had a will of their own, she lifted her shirt over her head. Because the swelling had gone down on her cut, she was able to move her fingers better. She tossed the shirt toward the cabinet and missed.
“Pick it up and fold it.”
Was he serious?
He inched forward.
Guess so. She did as he asked and placed the shirt on the counter. Needing some support to finish undressing, she leaned against the credenza, bent over, and untied her laces. Since she was somewhat handicapped, she wasn’t able to give him the strip show she bet he expected. Well, too damned bad.
She half thought he’d tell her to hurry, but he remained rigid as he watched her. Once she removed both shoes and her socks, she glanced at his crotch, but the room was too dim to tell what effect her undressing had on him.
Getting out of her jeans took a little more work, but eventually she got them down to her ankles. Using her feet to hold the leg in place, she stepped out of one side then the other. After neatly placing her clothes on top of the others she faced him wondering if he wanted her totally naked or not.